After Xiao Dier's inquiry, the instrument team today was invited by the old lady. It is said that it is a very ordinary small instrument team. The old lady did not arrange for everyone to appreciate it in the audience. It was just said that it was to add some vitality to the garden and change the ears of the people in the garden.

There are too many doubts about this matter. First of all, the "Intoxicated East Wind" in Qiyuan is not a small instrument team, after all, "eight sounds and ten taels of gold"; secondly, the old lady is very lively. If you have such an opportunity to listen to operas and music, you will definitely call your wives together. Maybe you have to invite a few old ladies who are close to you from other houses to listen to them.

But today, he acted so low-key. The one who invited him was Gong Basheng's team...

Why is it for walking in the night in such a bright night?

Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered that as early as last autumn, Shunhua said that he wanted to invite Gong Basheng's team to play the piano. After so long, he thought that the matter would be left alone.

Looking at today's scene, Shunhua still begged the old lady to make arrangements for her? Or finally told her to "her master", can she listen to the song by being pardoned by the emperor's grace?

Xiaoxiao still remembers what Shunhua said that night - "If I want to listen, I will listen to the best."

If I remember correctly, that night was the third day of September, and it was the day when Wen Xixiu left Beijing last year.

It has been more than half a year since today.

Since that day to this day, I have never seen Brother Wen, nor have I seen Gong Basheng.

Now, I suddenly heard the familiar sound of the piano, and it seemed like I was in a dream.

Gong Basheng's piano sound gradually faded, and a new piano sound rang out. Every string was filled with deep affection, making people think of the old things unknowingly.

All of these piano players are masters.

"It is said that these musicians were arranged on the pillow platform." Xiao Dier said.

Obviously, these drums and zithers and piano players should be arranged to the Xuanhong Platform, but they were arranged to the Pillow Moon Platform - maybe because it is closer to Shunhua Tower, you can hear it more clearly.

Xiaoxiao walked to the lake and saw that there was no one around, so she raised her small telescope she carried with her and looked at the pillow platform in the distance...

——Although it was performing at her own house, the old lady did not make the news public, and Xiaoxiao was embarrassed to go and watch it alone. Besides, she and Gong Basheng had never existed in this relationship - the employer and the piano master? Or it could be said otherwise, but it felt awkward no matter how you say it.

It's better not to see you.

Xiaoxiao can clearly see the people on the pillow platform. Perhaps for the sake of low-key, the musicians all wore simple clothes, but their unique artistic temperament was beyond the reach of ordinary musicians.

Gong Basheng did not stand out in the crowd. At this moment, he was wearing a long gown with a cloudy and gray sky, standing by the railings of the Lianhongtai to watch the scenery. He was behind him, covering it with a thick cloth deep in dark clouds.

Although I didn't see the face, Xiaoxiao was sure it was him.

This person is always different from others, and I can't tell where it is different, but Xiaoxiao believes that he can always recognize the other person at a glance in the crowd.

Now, who is playing the piano, I don’t know who is sitting alone on the small piano platform above the pillow platform. On the platform below, there are some singers singing along with the sound of the piano.

"The water is clouds and mountains, and the mountains are on the stairs. The mountains and rivers are shining, the towers and towers are reflected, and the sky and arrangements..."

Gong Basheng was frozen there in an unchanging posture. I don’t know what kind of scenery made him look so stunning. When he looked at his back, he always felt that this person seemed to have seen very far away, far beyond the Tang Mansion, Yunxia, ​​the city, and the palace walls.

I don’t know what Shunhua would feel when she heard these piano and singing. After all, this performance was held for her. Thinking of this, Xiaoxiao raised her telescope and looked towards the direction of Shunhua Tower.

Who knew that this look became a look of each other - Shunhua stood on the terrace upstairs and looked at him, and was also facing the telescope at him. Seeing this scene, he moved away from the telescope and smiled at him, his red lips were particularly attractive.

Xiaoxiao waved at him, and suddenly felt that everything was particularly boring: "Let's go back to Zhuli Pavilion."

But I could still hear the distant song in my ears - I opened my drunken eyes and looked at Penglai from afar. Half of smoke is covered, and half of clouds is buried...

The first time I discovered that Yuan Opera was so good.

Xiaoxiao returned to her mother's yard, and the singing could be clearly heard, and it was still full of twists and turns, which was exciting.

——Shan Niang naturally had to follow the ancient methods to confinement. It was not easy to leave the house on such a sunny and warm day. At this moment, she could only open the windows to ventilate, which was also the limit in ancient times.

The two little guys were sleeping in bed, and their postures were the same, with their arms and legs completely opened, like a pair of small frogs on their backs.

Xiaoxiao once proposed that it was not easy to let babies sleep on their sides. However, in ancient times, people did not listen, for fear of falling asleep on their heads... Xiaoxiao no longer insisted. He had no experience in childbirth, and this knowledge was just heard one sentence in his previous life.

"They look really looks like the little ones cut on the day of the Human Day." Xiaoxiao looked at the two identical younger brothers, and he still sighed at the magic of the Creator.

The story of giving birth to twins comes from the inheritance of the Tang family. It is said that my grandfather had a twin brother back then, but unfortunately he died young. There are also several twins among the descendants of the Tang family today: the second and third aunts are twins, the eldest brother Chen and the eldest sister Li Qian are twins, Yanran and Waner are twins, and now there is a "small universe" combination again.

In this way, this kind of inheritance is passed on to men but not women. In other words, Xiaoxiao will have no chance to have twins in the future. When she first thought of this, she was quite grateful, but then she felt a little regretful.

Xiaoxiao didn't know why she thought so much today, as if she was crazy.

Now I am sitting by the kang with my mother watching the two children, chatting about family matters in a mess, and I feel that the years are quiet, so why bother to find trouble?

"I'm quiet now." Shan Niang said.

"What?"

"There have been a musical instrument team playing just now. It has been almost two hours of performance. Now that I have calmed down, it can be seen that the performance has been completed."

"What do you think about it? Are the piano and singing sounds still audible?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"It's all rare good." Shan Niang smiled, "At first, the two children were crying and didn't listen carefully. When they were asleep, they realized that it was really rare. Such an instrument team could not find a second place in Yuanlong Dynasty."

"Where's the best?" Xiaoxiao knew that his mother in this life was very proficient in piano skills.

"Especially there was a piece of piano just now, which was very wonderful."

It seems that Shan Niang also heard Gong Basheng's piano.

While excited, Xiaoxiao felt a little unspeakable. Because of the sound of a piano, he actually discussed Gong Basheng with his mother. In his opinion, this kind of opportunity seems to be immortal.

"Just..." Shan Niang was a little reluctant to speak but stopped.

"It's just what? Mom said!" Xiaoxiao asked urgently.

Shan Niang rarely showed such a confused expression, as if she wanted to give an answer, but was afraid that she would say something wrong.

"This is the first time I have heard someone play "Yu Lun Robe" with the guqin." Shan Niang said.

"Yu Lun Pao" is familiar with the name, but Xiaoxiao's musical knowledge has always been a shortcoming: "This "Yu Lun Pao" is..." - Although she is a music idiot, Xiaoxiao can still hear that this song is very nice. Even if it is not played by Gong Ba Sheng, the song itself should be very nice. And you can conclude that you have never heard of such an ancient song in your previous life. If you have heard it, you will definitely remember it. Besides, if there is such an ancient song, our country will definitely be able to carry it forward, and its popularity will definitely overshadow the mountains and flowing waters, the three plum blossoms, the ambush on ten sides, etc.

Shan Niang was not surprised by her daughter's reaction. The child was not good at music since she was a child, so she smiled and said, "This should have been played solo with the pipa. It is said that Wang Wei's song "Yu Lun Robe" in the Tang Dynasty became the princess's guest."

"Oh~ I said why is this name so familiar? It turns out that it was played by Wang Wei once." Xiaoxiao then remembered this history of Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty. However, later generations have lost the original song of "Yu Lun Paint". No wonder he has never heard of it.

"With the difficulty of this song, few people can play it well... Especially when changing the pipa to the guqin, it is even more difficult to control." Shan Niang looked at the pergola set up in the yard. The white vines had grown up, and it would not take long to be the new green in the yard. "An old friend once played "Yu Lun Robe" with a pipa, which is the best I have ever heard. I didn't expect that there are people outside of people and there is a heaven outside of heaven. Today, I heard the music of this pizzer, and it was different from that old friend."

Without saying or laughing, I can guess that the old friend Shan Niang mentioned should be Chu Dianqiu.

Xiaoxiao felt a little uncomfortable, but when she heard that she was far from Gong Basheng, she felt a little more comfortable.

After all, Chu Dianqiu is a person who is proficient in piano and speech. His musical skills will definitely not be the best. Such a person can only look at Gong Basheng's music... Xiaoxiao couldn't even think about how deep Gong Basheng's musical attainments were.

"It's a pity that I have never heard of Wang Wei's songs. I wonder if he also has hatred during the performance." Shan Niang suddenly said this.

Xiaoxiao was puzzled for a moment: "What hatred?" - I heard my father say that my mother's musical attainments are extremely profound, at least higher than Chu Dianqiu. It is said that my grandfather once said this.

Even though my mother had never learned the unique skills of piano language, she still had the ability to appreciate music, especially in grasping the emotions of the performer - in Tang Qifan's original words: she is simply a magical person.

Shan Niang didn't mind sharing music experience with her daughter: "When the old friend was playing "Yu Lun Robe", he felt hatred, but most people heard the joy of being satisfied... Today, the master played "Yu Lun Robe", which was also played by this master, implicitly hatred, for some reason." Shan Niang shook her head and smiled, "Can it be that only with deep hatred can this song be played well?"

"Does there be hatred today's song? Why can't I hear it?" Xiaoxiao almost chased her mother and asked, a person who was as content as Gong Basheng, seemed to be able to calmly deal with any adversity. He said he had hatred? Xiaoxiao didn't believe it.

Shan Niang said peacefully: "Compared with the hatred of the old friend in the past, just like their music, it is the distance between heaven and earth."

I understood this sentence with a smile. Gong Basheng's hatred was even deeper than Chu Dianqiu.

Where did such great hatred come from? The business of the Chu Dianqiu family was shattered, and the beloved woman was concerned about others, so she would feel hatred?

Gong Basheng, where did he get hatred?

"This hatred is incomparable to family hatred and national hatred." Shan Niang sighed and stopped saying anything.

The author has something to say: Sorry, because the family affairs have not been updated for many days.
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